Beau POV
Angela is already getting dressed by the time Beau finally wakes up. He does a dramatical stretch and leans across the bed to touch Angela’s waist. She looks up from where she’d been doing up her shoes.
“Stay,” he says. “I know you love lazy morning sex.”
Angela gently covers his hand with her own. “I can’t,” she whispers. “It’s already eight. I’ve overstayed. I don’t want to get caught.”
Beau groans and falls back into the bed. He wipes a hand over his face. “The only one capable of catching anyone doing anything is the goddamn Nanny.”
“I told you I don’t like when you call her that,” Angela says, gently. She shrugs a coat up on her shoulders. “She has a name.”
“Yeah,” Beau snorts. “Nosy.”
Angela gives him a look before she leans forwards and presses a kiss to his cheek. “
